There is place to plant, and paint the harvest
when crop is ripe in words of legion,
as summer verse, relenting seige on
canvas splashing east, turned west,
in crossing wind with primal sponsor,
wanting more to splash in indigo,
a regimented blue, as peace with ego
saluting rank as quill to John, Sir!
So, I cease to take this tempest,
and play the fool, like Grinch with Christmas,
stealing hope from man, and his miss,
for something less, than love impressed,
when love was supple shades of miracle,
and you were smile to carve as future,
in all things small, as sung in Nature,
our moonlit kisses, spun as spherical
illusions saving soul, in earnest
wish to touch our deeper chasm,
as blush in melt to orange orgasm
blowing Inspiration's hill as furnace,
and molten lines of Aspiration's Wednesday
humping hill, as Weekend's camera
cleaving cloth to weave as wearer,
with stone set low, in velvet inlay.
Oh! Heart is such a generous customer
to roll beneath your sheets of muslin
with song to breathe, in autumn rustlin'
leaves to gather, as fire brushing her
hair in waves, of softer curling subtley,
as garden wandering gold, in zinnia,
when eye scents soul in white gardenia
of arm embracing self, to cuddle tree.
A contest entry
- Mission: Difficult IV by shewalksintomine.
1200 points, ended March 29, 2007, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I am terribly sorry for the generic comment. I have no good excuse, but it is a bit of a switch going from first to third shift. Please know that I did judge fairly and the winners of the contest will be who pixxie and I thought should win and not just on a roll of the dice.
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....beautiful! I love the way it flows
And great use of the abba to incorporate the bank
I really enjoyed this write :-)
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i love how you wove these words into such a beautiful poem...you got more guts than me, i looked and gave up without even trying lol, this is really good and i didn't even know it was a word bank until i looked at the contest. masterfully done.
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I was wondering how the title was going to fit in with this word bank. Your poem reads as if there was no bank, which is especially hard to do with these words. I think you wove them into the lines well. Thanks for entering.
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Well done! Excellent rhymes and I like the abba,
when love was supple shades of miracle,
and you were smile to carve as future,
in all things small, as sung in Nature,
our moonlit kisses, spun as spherical
~A beautiful stanza!
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